I wanted my talk with my parents to be as quick as I could make it. I was on a time crunch, and I knew this talk wouldn’t be particularly pleasant. To my surprise, when I entered Dad’s office, my brother Graham was there, too.
I hadn’t been lucid enough to get a good look at him back at the barn. He looked much different—much more grown-up. He wasn’t much younger than me, but he was still my baby brother. We had the same eyes and the same hair color. His hair was cut short. He had packed on more muscle. He looked more rugged.
He grinned when I appeared in the doorway and immediately stood to embrace me. He pulled me into a tight hug and said, “It’s nice to see you up and moving.”
I couldn’t find my voice. I didn’t want to do this with him here, but I also didn’t want to ask him to lea
